So many books are written,
they are falling from the trees.
So many thoughts unheard,
they’ll fill the pages endlessly.
The stories of humanity:
its creativity and discovery
—the faith of the Unknown.
Music! Music everywhere!
Before man walked, birds sang.
Before humans wrote, drums rang.
More music is written than can ever be heard.
See here! See there!
The ground below and the sky above.
The art of sight and the sight of art.
The places where history strode.
The creations of the Almighty Hand.
Billions of souls — our fellow sojourners,
Their eyes are hidden worlds.
Friends of old. Friends of new.
My heart yearns for perfect empathy.
Why do you haunt me so!?
Your life is reminiscent of death—a smoldering incubator. But,
without your persistence, there would be no deliberate existence.
The pressure’s incessant.
Form diamond from carbon.
Null death is not living.
Keep the time beating.
(6 April 2017)